The Missing Medico

He packed his books, he packed his lunch,
he checked his purse, to count the crunch.
He reached the library's table, and started his day
Counting the dragons of the day left to slay.
A Doctor, a healer, they called him,and he'd smirk
Books, and not patients, held him in a cirque.
Armed with a fancy prefix and a fancy suffix,
though,
rendered useless in the face of challenges that
lurk.
"So, why are you studying now? Did you fail?"
Questions that broke his self esteem, so frail.
Gathering the remains of his pride, he'd reply,
"The sea beckons. I am merely adjusting my sail."
Daily he'd see updates, of his friends revelling in SucceSs
Daily he'd wish he'd worked a little harder
Daily his determination would evolve
And he'd get the strength to face, the next MCQ to solve.